Tender Love


    Sweet, sweet, voice,

    Sing tenderly to my ears,
    Sing tenderly to my heart, let it reveal from hiding.

    Sweet tender voice,
    Touch my soul with your say,

    Oh the lovely melody that escapes, each time making me yours.

    Sweet, sweet, voice,

    Gently blind me with your words, softly choke me with your truths,
    slowly become all my deepest desires.

    Sweet, sweet, voice never stop being you.


    Fantasizing

    You belong to me and our love already exist,

    Your mind is not aware.

    Your lips warmly touched mine,
    Your eyes carefully search for truth,

    It all exists in the present and past.

    Our arms soar across the sky.
    Limitless we live.
    Our beliefs, our wishes, unite in a web smothering each other,
    noticing the similarities.

    I've already tasted you.

    Your sweet skin searches for the bitterness of mine,
    Your tender fingertips wrap my body and hesitantly proclaim
    ownership.

    My nose has already discovered your scent,
    My heart already recognizes your voice; your love.

    It has all been discovered.

    Open your eyes.

    My body already begs for you, as your body anxiously wants mine.

    Open your eyes.

    You've already fallen in love,
    You've already existed in all my memories; as I do in yours.

    Your mind craves my uncertainties,
    Your arms search for my insecurities,
    Your heart roams through my pain.

    You've already existed in my life as I continue to exist in yours.
    Your mind cannot leave me; your heart grows inquisitive of mine.
    You cannot live without me.

    Open your eyes; all that you see is not a fantasy.


    Hungry heart of pain

    The eyes of the sea created the loneliness soon to exist,
    The current stroked every curve on the sand, knocked every edge
    on the rocks and ruined it became.
    Afraid of the things that may not come,
    Afraid of actuality.
    The hungry heart of the sea searched for love.
    It's lonely soul searched for company.
    Yet all the things it saw drove the current away.
    All the things that existed were destroyed,
    Swept,
    Drowned,
    Murdered.
    The wind became the truth, as the tides heart turned aloof.
    The pain numbed any feeling of happiness.

    Turning cold,
    Transforming,
    Shifting,
    Changing,
    The pain made her world less.
    Her mind dreamed of things her heart knew she could never attain.
    Her mind told things her heart could not allow.
    The sea was learning to grow.

    Her past was the past,
    Her truth was right now,

    Her right now became her future, her forlorn future,
    The future she now yearned for.

    She became habituated with the design of loneliness.
    Love did not exist in her world of chaos,
    Love would not reveal in the depths of solitude.

    She stands,
    Dancing on the earth's surface,
    Dancing to a tune of loneliness and to the beat of her singing heart,

    She does not fail to linger.
    With her hungry heart of love,
    And her loneliness of pain.


    Fooled heart

    The more you become reality, the less I am seen,
    As your mystery fades,

    My mind already knows what to suppose.

    So why can't I awake?

    Awake from this desire, my heart once wished for,

    As you become familiar, I can't help but remain,
    I wait to see, all that I've already seen,

    And then,

    Then the words you articulate, all sound the same,

    My thoughts begin to flow,
    They become recognizable, and my daydreams meet with the
    long ago.

    You are becoming more of the past, as the present and future are
    concealed.

    I am no longer an image,
    All that's left are the lines that you failed to complete.

    Your touch makes me weedy; your voice becomes horrid and
    unclear.
    Your eyes speak of lies; speak of lust,

    And it is only in this moment, your body yearns for mine,
    Your body craves for that moment that I become yours,

    But we both know, it is not real.

    You transform into all my worst fears, all my worst rivals,

    And the more I know about your truths, I can't help to wonder,

    What am I doing?

    In this moment, sadly, I am becoming less of me and more of you.


    Guide me to your heart

    Let us be one,
    Let us create,
    Let us become,
    Guide me to your world, and watch me love every part of it.


    Fear

    Fear seems to empower as doubt settles in,
    Thoughts take over,
    Thoughts of him are doubted.

    Steady fear takes place and does not allow the experience of what
    is...